Truancy Lyrics
| Song | Truancy |
| Artist | El-P |
| Album | Fantastic Damage |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : El-P | |
| (El-P) | |
| I became toxic allotted in badly shaded cement fuselages | |
| of juvenile non-approval and loosely smoker's school cut abandonment | |
| Where great expected movement tossed itself to the brain otters and shakily | |
| faded in my timeline to something honestly hard to stand | |
| (if that's not a booby trap) I would muse, stepping on Nike Uptown abuse | |
| Yeah the darkest blue swoosh and cathartic ruse faction of, a B-Boy enacted | |
| as truly city all-bomber and my thoughts followed the color chart on the | |
| A-train country, hovering under the A-Frame structures bloody | |
| And if I closed my optics I could trace the lines lovely they said: You'll | |
| start your life between pause tape slices and muddy | |
| kicks that lick the salt off your neck | |
| and its more than apparent your portable parent with the | |
| built-in mic might like sinister syllable smart tongue more than your | |
| teachers do, that's two schools booted from on some dumb shit | |
| young menace, get the message, bad medicine, restless, sad jettison rejection | |
| had to endith the lesson | |
| I used to do an impression of Buff after lunch outside the cage, making faces | |
| Kelley green with envy grimace, that's my gimmick | |
| went with truancy and the bad apple, and it slowly formed my spirit | |
| so when I couldn't fit the scholastic structure of my peers I didn't fear it | |
| (and it was) air brush on the pants leg and, name cut in the back of the head and | |
| cipher in the subway without money in my pocket then | |
| recognize this is the new truth, we refuse to suckle the empires ruse | |
| original box-cutter walker who talk to rebuild a new living proof | |
| see me as a banshee, as the illest mother****er since Oedipus | |
| monkey number one million with a typewriter, flipping tempest text | |
| left evidence, simple-headed vagrants try to chase where Forest's feather went | |
| darts exit us, and still leave enough alive to join the exodus | |
| fresh as ****, best of luck, better lead banality rally quest | |
| stuck writer might flip, vvvvvroooom! Excitebike bitch | |
| enter the hellafied Fat-Boys-slash-BDP hybrid founder of | |
| militant anti-mime fraction, operate on the fringes of establishment | |
| binge on erratic shit, fabric knit, got you riverdancing in lederhosen for woodchips | |
| step into the Def Jux office auditions like: "sausage" | |
| Jam Master Jay would've shot you (I stopped him) | |
| Sorcerer, nitroglycerin in truck driving through rainforest unstable | |
| Rawkus was like, "we're gonna take this label to another level" | |
| (**** that) I'm gonna take this level to another label | |
| Anti-pop composer, sonically robbing the nation | |
| when I strap on a blue cardigan we can be neighbors (do lasers) | |
| water douse fire now, fire bad, fire blank at bastard Bladerunner bliss | |
| shotgiven(miss), another bargain bin opportunity moment clipped | |
| I was a B-Boy once, I really gave a **** (still do) | |
| When you were trading episodes at laser tag academy I was applying | |
| for most sinister mister brain**** crown confront | |
| The loudest son of the transistor rubble box | |
| damage and shit like open-handed palm brandishing | |
| letting the hurt live where it landed... Like that | |
| (chorus) | |
| This is for New Jacks trying to decide where they fit (get busy) | |
| Destroy the walls when you spit | |
| For writers with a Krylon image brain print (translate it) | |
| Leave your name dripping from bricks | |
| For cats who covet fame with my name on their lips (re-think it) | |
| you're sucking poison milk from fake tits | |
| This is for kids worried about the apocalypse (do something) | |
| Prepare yourself and stop talking shit |
| zuo ci : ElP | |
| ElP | |
| I became toxic allotted in badly shaded cement fuselages | |
| of juvenile nonapproval and loosely smoker' s school cut abandonment | |
| Where great expected movement tossed itself to the brain otters and shakily | |
| faded in my timeline to something honestly hard to stand | |
| if that' s not a booby trap I would muse, stepping on Nike Uptown abuse | |
| Yeah the darkest blue swoosh and cathartic ruse faction of, a BBoy enacted | |
| as truly city allbomber and my thoughts followed the color chart on the | |
| Atrain country, hovering under the AFrame structures bloody | |
| And if I closed my optics I could trace the lines lovely they said: You' ll | |
| start your life between pause tape slices and muddy | |
| kicks that lick the salt off your neck | |
| and its more than apparent your portable parent with the | |
| builtin mic might like sinister syllable smart tongue more than your | |
| teachers do, that' s two schools booted from on some dumb shit | |
| young menace, get the message, bad medicine, restless, sad jettison rejection | |
| had to endith the lesson | |
| I used to do an impression of Buff after lunch outside the cage, making faces | |
| Kelley green with envy grimace, that' s my gimmick | |
| went with truancy and the bad apple, and it slowly formed my spirit | |
| so when I couldn' t fit the scholastic structure of my peers I didn' t fear it | |
| and it was air brush on the pants leg and, name cut in the back of the head and | |
| cipher in the subway without money in my pocket then | |
| recognize this is the new truth, we refuse to suckle the empires ruse | |
| original boxcutter walker who talk to rebuild a new living proof | |
| see me as a banshee, as the illest mother er since Oedipus | |
| monkey number one million with a typewriter, flipping tempest text | |
| left evidence, simpleheaded vagrants try to chase where Forest' s feather went | |
| darts exit us, and still leave enough alive to join the exodus | |
| fresh as , best of luck, better lead banality rally quest | |
| stuck writer might flip, vvvvvroooom! Excitebike bitch | |
| enter the hellafied FatBoysslashBDP hybrid founder of | |
| militant antimime fraction, operate on the fringes of establishment | |
| binge on erratic shit, fabric knit, got you riverdancing in lederhosen for woodchips | |
| step into the Def Jux office auditions like: " sausage" | |
| Jam Master Jay would' ve shot you I stopped him | |
| Sorcerer, nitroglycerin in truck driving through rainforest unstable | |
| Rawkus was like, " we' re gonna take this label to another level" | |
| that I' m gonna take this level to another label | |
| Antipop composer, sonically robbing the nation | |
| when I strap on a blue cardigan we can be neighbors do lasers | |
| water douse fire now, fire bad, fire blank at bastard Bladerunner bliss | |
| shotgiven miss, another bargain bin opportunity moment clipped | |
| I was a BBoy once, I really gave a still do | |
| When you were trading episodes at laser tag academy I was applying | |
| for most sinister mister brain crown confront | |
| The loudest son of the transistor rubble box | |
| damage and shit like openhanded palm brandishing | |
| letting the hurt live where it landed... Like that | |
| chorus | |
| This is for New Jacks trying to decide where they fit get busy | |
| Destroy the walls when you spit | |
| For writers with a Krylon image brain print translate it | |
| Leave your name dripping from bricks | |
| For cats who covet fame with my name on their lips rethink it | |
| you' re sucking poison milk from fake tits | |
| This is for kids worried about the apocalypse do something | |
| Prepare yourself and stop talking shit |
| zuò cí : ElP | |
| ElP | |
| I became toxic allotted in badly shaded cement fuselages | |
| of juvenile nonapproval and loosely smoker' s school cut abandonment | |
| Where great expected movement tossed itself to the brain otters and shakily | |
| faded in my timeline to something honestly hard to stand | |
| if that' s not a booby trap I would muse, stepping on Nike Uptown abuse | |
| Yeah the darkest blue swoosh and cathartic ruse faction of, a BBoy enacted | |
| as truly city allbomber and my thoughts followed the color chart on the | |
| Atrain country, hovering under the AFrame structures bloody | |
| And if I closed my optics I could trace the lines lovely they said: You' ll | |
| start your life between pause tape slices and muddy | |
| kicks that lick the salt off your neck | |
| and its more than apparent your portable parent with the | |
| builtin mic might like sinister syllable smart tongue more than your | |
| teachers do, that' s two schools booted from on some dumb shit | |
| young menace, get the message, bad medicine, restless, sad jettison rejection | |
| had to endith the lesson | |
| I used to do an impression of Buff after lunch outside the cage, making faces | |
| Kelley green with envy grimace, that' s my gimmick | |
| went with truancy and the bad apple, and it slowly formed my spirit | |
| so when I couldn' t fit the scholastic structure of my peers I didn' t fear it | |
| and it was air brush on the pants leg and, name cut in the back of the head and | |
| cipher in the subway without money in my pocket then | |
| recognize this is the new truth, we refuse to suckle the empires ruse | |
| original boxcutter walker who talk to rebuild a new living proof | |
| see me as a banshee, as the illest mother er since Oedipus | |
| monkey number one million with a typewriter, flipping tempest text | |
| left evidence, simpleheaded vagrants try to chase where Forest' s feather went | |
| darts exit us, and still leave enough alive to join the exodus | |
| fresh as , best of luck, better lead banality rally quest | |
| stuck writer might flip, vvvvvroooom! Excitebike bitch | |
| enter the hellafied FatBoysslashBDP hybrid founder of | |
| militant antimime fraction, operate on the fringes of establishment | |
| binge on erratic shit, fabric knit, got you riverdancing in lederhosen for woodchips | |
| step into the Def Jux office auditions like: " sausage" | |
| Jam Master Jay would' ve shot you I stopped him | |
| Sorcerer, nitroglycerin in truck driving through rainforest unstable | |
| Rawkus was like, " we' re gonna take this label to another level" | |
| that I' m gonna take this level to another label | |
| Antipop composer, sonically robbing the nation | |
| when I strap on a blue cardigan we can be neighbors do lasers | |
| water douse fire now, fire bad, fire blank at bastard Bladerunner bliss | |
| shotgiven miss, another bargain bin opportunity moment clipped | |
| I was a BBoy once, I really gave a still do | |
| When you were trading episodes at laser tag academy I was applying | |
| for most sinister mister brain crown confront | |
| The loudest son of the transistor rubble box | |
| damage and shit like openhanded palm brandishing | |
| letting the hurt live where it landed... Like that | |
| chorus | |
| This is for New Jacks trying to decide where they fit get busy | |
| Destroy the walls when you spit | |
| For writers with a Krylon image brain print translate it | |
| Leave your name dripping from bricks | |
| For cats who covet fame with my name on their lips rethink it | |
| you' re sucking poison milk from fake tits | |
| This is for kids worried about the apocalypse do something | |
| Prepare yourself and stop talking shit |
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